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according to the stories told around dinner.   The horses find a home in the stables as well.   There weren’t many found as those in the stalls had already succumbed to starvation, lack of water, or in some instances, night runners.
    By the end of the week, our pastures have livestock in them.   Bannerman also sent trucks to loot the barns of their hay and feed.   The barns, stables, and greenhouses have been completed and the crews head north again to begin again on the walls.   Bannerman also sends a detail out to look at a water tower and begins planning for its relocation if that is at all possible.   Craig, Gonzalez, and McCafferty are now fairly proficient with the 130 operations.   It’s time to head to the southwest and we excuse ourselves from the nightly training sessions to plan our flight.

A Meeting Remembered
     
    “Well, isn’t that interesting?”   I say plotting our route.   Robert, Craig, Bri, Gonzalez, McCafferty, and I are gathered in a semi-circle.
    “What’s that?”   Robert asks looking up from the map.
    “Nothing much really.   Just that Tacoma, Boise, Salt Lake City, and our far end destination of Lubbock are in a nearly straight line.   Similar to those mathematical lines of the pyramids and Stonehenge.   Only, not meaning the same,” I say.   “However, they will make it easy to verify our inertial navigation system.”
    “Aren’t we going to use the GPS?”   Robert asks.
    “We’ll set up the route with both but I’m not sure the satellites are still in the right position with no one to keep them there.   We’ll do some verifications enroute though,” I answer.
    “Can we set up the same approaches?”   He continues.
    “Well, it depends on what we see on the way.   The inertial nav system on board is highly accurate but it certainly isn’t near what a GPS is, especially if there’s a lot of turbulence, but we’ll see.   There’s a pretty good chance of encountering severe weather once we hit New Mexico.   If I remember correctly, the dry line sits right on the New Mexico-Texas border and the time is right for thunderstorms.   The squall lines along there can grow quickly and are usually prevalent during the afternoon and evenings.   We’ll have to plan alternate fields along the way as I’m not at all keen on flying through them on inertial nav alone, especially if we have to shoot an approach.   Plus, I really hate flying through thunderstorms,” I reply.
    “I remember the ones we flew through on the way to Kuwait were plenty scary,” Bri chimes in.
    “Yeah, and those were gerbil ones compared to what the south and southwest can spawn.   And I use the word spawn correctly.   It’s like comparing a paper cut to being molested with a chain saw,” I say.
    We finish planning our almost 1,600 mile trip plotting alternate airfields along the way.   Horace and Greg join us after the evening training session and I go over the route with them.   This is so they will have some situational awareness in case we have one of those unplanned contacts with the ground – read crash.   That way they’ll have some idea about where we are or at least a clue of where we are supposed to be.   I’ll keep them updated on our progress.   It will take us about four hours to get to Canon AFB depending on the winds.   I have no way of calculating the winds aloft for our trip but we’ll have plenty of gas.   We can fly there and back with what we’ll have onboard.
    I wake just before first light.   I’m not all that keen on leaving my warm sleeping bag.   I feel like rolling over and giving the flight a later start but the image of towering cumulus clouds enters my foggy mind.   The thought of wading our way through the dark masses spurs me off my cot.   Well, spur isn’t exactly the correct word but I rise nonetheless holding my tired head in my hands for a moment before slipping my feet into my boots.   Lynn stirs beside me and sits in a like